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And you may find yourself Living in a shotgun shackAnd you may find yourself In another part of the worldAnd you may find yourself Behind the wheel of a large automobileAnd you may find yourself in a beautiful houseWith a beautiful wifeAnd you may ask yourself, wellHow did I get here?Letting the days go by, let the water hold me downLetting the days go by, water flowing undergroundInto the blue again after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime, water flowing undergroundAnd you may ask yourselfHow do I work this?And you may ask yourselfWhere is that large automobile?And you may tell yourselfThis is not my beautiful house!And you may tell yourselfThis is not my beautiful wife!Letting the days go by, let the water hold me downLetting the days go by, water flowing undergroundInto the blue again after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime, water flowing undergroundSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasWater dissolving and water removingThere is water at the bottom of the oceanUnder the water, carry the waterRemove the water at the bottom of the ocean!Letting the days go by, let the water hold me downLetting the days go by, water flowing undergroundInto the blue again in the silent waterUnder the rocks, and stones there is water undergroundLetting the days go by, let the water hold me downLetting the days go by, water flowing undergroundInto the blue again after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime, water flowing undergroundAnd you may ask yourselfWhat is that beautiful house?And you may ask yourselfWhere does that highway go to?And you may ask yourselfAm I right? Am I wrong?And you may say yourself, "My God! What have I done?"Letting the days go by, let the water hold me downLetting the days go by, water flowing undergroundInto the blue again in to the silent waterUnder the rocks and stones, there is water undergroundLetting the days go by, let the water hold me downLetting the days go by, water flowing undergroundInto the blue again after the money's goneOnce in a lifetime, water flowing undergroundSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasLook where my hand wasTime isn't holding upTime isn't after usSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasSame as it ever wasLetting the days go by (same as it ever was)Letting the days go by (same as it ever was)Once in a lifetime Letting the days go byLetting the days go by

Ol’ balloon-tits is still holding a grudge against me, huh? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I get it: once you’ve eaten prime rib for free, it’s hard to go back to suckin’ down hamburgers for cash. If you know what I’m talking about. Do you know what I’m talking about?

"Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great have fallenWhat have I done to myself? It's been way too long!"

We need to reacquaint. Things are different now, I ain't the same man I wasHi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with even less to loseA collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering cocktail tellerGone way wrong...to the point of no return

Over the edge and burned out before I even got my shineHolding my head in pure doubtOut of insight. Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme about

Yeah, I know I was supposed to change the world and allLooks like the world got to me firstIf you can't beat em, join 'em..Then hurt the team by beating yourself

I'm different...in a different wayThe only thing that stays the same is changeWhile people claim their states, I state my claimsSage Francis made a name for himselfFor the record my mother calls me PaulWhich was my father's middle name, but RayStepped in and raised meIt's crazy, but this is a game I play

Called "Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not answeringIs that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or her broken promise I'm mishandling?Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucksMy career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up

Poetry struck a nerve in the listenershipSpoken word then got 'em all interestedNow I don't have to serve ice cream to little kidsI get to serve emcees who think they're rippin' itAnd poets who think they're somehow significantMeanwhile both are loud and ignorantAnd don't know how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment

I am different. In a different wayThe only thing that stays the same is changeWhile people claim their states, I state my claimsI'm a quiet natured player who outwardly hates the gameI shake what I got, which is a jingly pocketDo my mini-market research and make noise for myself when I walk quick

I talk with authority while I question itWhen I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessingBut if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHINGIt is your self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dishWhere talk is invisible to the naked eye and I hate the guy they're speaking withI'm a real vegetarian: No chicken...not even fishI'm a real underground rapperMy tape quality sucks, my records are warped and my CD skips

Lady Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmesBut I've got an outtie if she's got an innyI'll clean her pipes and then sweep her chimneyThe beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You're only 60 heart beats per minuteA human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will thriftshop-lift his hiphop

I may be getting too big for my britchesBut I paid my dues when the cost was climbingAnd if I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful islandAs long as I've been rhyming, they only started listeningBecause for a while they didn't like howI wouldn't smoke the pot that I was pissin' in

Plus I had no dead homies to pour out the liquor I don't drinkYou can flash your shiny objects in front of my eyes and I won't blinkI'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..I'm motherfucking different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..